love on the brain

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Emily's POV

I woke up with my head pounding, meaning I had to hangover. It was completely wasted last night. I don't remember a thing.

I sat up in bed slowly rubbing my head, to realize I was in a bed. Alison's bed at that. Meaning I was back at her house, of course I was. I looked up to notice her sitting there in a chair that was across the room.

She sat there looking at me not saying a word, I turned to nightstand that held a pill and glass of orange juice.

"To help with the headache", she finally speaks.
I nod before reaching over, placing the pill in my mouth, grabbing the glass of orange juice and drinking it.

I swallowed the pill, placing the glass back down and turning back to her. I knew she had a lot to say.

"What happened yesterday can never happen again, okay?", she told me.

"What part? The one where I slapped you? The one where I yelled at you? Or the part where I ran off?", I asked her crossing my arms.

"All of it Emily" she says as if all of that didn't happen for a certain reason.

I looked away.

"I was worried sick about you",
"I'm sure you were"

"And what's the supposed to mean?", she asked getting up from the chair.

"It means you only cared about me because you were afraid someone else was going to have what's yours. That's what I am right? Your property? That's what you told me when you fucked me. That's who I became when I sign that paper, right", I say angrily.

"Regardless of what you think about me emily, sex isn't the only thing I want out of this", she says.

This? What is this exactly?
I could tell you it wasn't a relationship.

"Oh yeah?", I asked arching my eyebrows not believing any of the bullshit she was trying to feed me.

"Emily"
"Alison", I say back in the same tone she used with me, removing the covers off of me and getting out the bed.

"You need to stop being reckless. Something could've happened to you yesterday", she tells me.

"I wish something did so I don't be having this conversation right now", I mumble low but I had a feeling she heard me.

"Am I that terrible of a person that you don't want to be around me? That you have to run away from me and drink to the point where your stomach doesn't allow you too?", she asked approaching the bed.

"Yes, actually because Alison you lied. You told me you were going to tell me but you never even planned on it did you?", I asked knowing her answer would be no.

She sighed, breaking eye contact with me letting know I was absolutely right.

"No but that's only because I knew you were going to want to see her. I couldn't allow you to that. I was trying to protect you", she tells me.

Her eyes then met with mine.
"Protect me? No. What you were trying to do was handle the situation, like you always do. What the hell does the even mean? Huh? Because handling the situation isn't kidnapping and reporting a fake crime that she was attack my a robber or something. You do know that's against the law, right?", I asked her raising my voice.

"I was doing what I thought was best", she responds.

"For you?...Or For me?", I asked.
"For you", she responds.

"I find that hard to believe because from the start you wanted her gone. You wanted her out my life, and soon as you got the chance you took it. You made sure she wouldn't able to see me. Made sure everyone thought she was missing and eventually stop looking for her. Just so you can only have me, right. Isn't that what you said, that you like sharing, Alison?", I asked approaching her.

"Like I said before I did it for your protection", she tells me.

I rolled my eyes. "What is need is protection from you", I spat before walking to the door.

"W-what do you want me to do? Apologize?"

I turned around facing her, breathing heavily. I was upset, confused, hurt and I didn't know how to feel about any of this right now.

"Well, I'm sorry okay, Emily", she says.
I almost faint at her words. Did she just say... sorry? No. This isn't real Alison Dilaurentis doesn't apologize for anything.

Alison continues, "I'm so sorry that you think I only see you as a sex object, that you think I don't care about you, because emily..." she pauses looking at me, slowly approaching me and then continues.

My brows arch up in confusion. Was she actually apologizing.

"I care about you more then I care about myself and recently my feelings about you have been all over the place, and I don't do that... I catch feelings... I don't feel for anyone... And then out of nowhere you come into my life, and I promise you I didn't plan for things to go this but I'm glad they did because you give me the hope of loving someone... and I-i don't if that's a good thing or a bad thing but right now I don't care", she continues.

Did she just? Confess her... no. She— she just said she has feelings for me. That's not possible. She can't. She's— she's Alison. She isn't capable of loving.

Has Alison Dilaurentis gone soft on me?

"If you want to see her I'll take you. I'll take you to see Talia but you have to promise me that you'll never run off like that again. That you won't—leave... me", she says basically negotiating with me.

Was that was she worried about? Me leaving her?

"Okay"

"Promise me", she tells me with her eyes watery.

Was she going to cry.

"I-I promise", I say giving in watching as she walked over to me, falling to her knees, and placing her head on my knees.

I stood there in confusion, as I feel her hands hug my legs, I slowly place my hand down on her head.

This wasn't the Alison she was yesterday. She was vulnerable, and kind, and loving. She was open.

And I love it. This part of her. Meaning she wasn't a monster or had heartless as I said she was. She actually did care about me. More then I thought.

She was like a book.
A hard cover book.

It takes a while to get to the middle of the book, specially if you just started reading it.

I didn't think I had any power over Alison. I didn't think I had something to make her either sane or go crazy. but I do.

It was me.
I was everything she wanted.
But everything she wants, I won't allow her to have.